Page 39 of Rejected Pretend Mate

I did. I wanted everything he described, but I could see he was exhausted. And he'd taken me to dinner instead of going to bed.

"I do," I said, kissing him. "But we can do that another night. You need sleep more than anything."

He held me close, pressing his forehead against my chest. "I am tired."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "I know."

We crawled out of his truck and headed to our apartment. Once inside, we made a beeline for the bedroom. Weslie strippedoff his pants and shirt and climbed into the bed. I stripped down and crawled in next to him. I curled up in his arms, feeling his body press against mine.

The space was quiet, and within a few minutes, Weslie was out like a light. I ran a hand over his face, taking in his relaxed features. I knew that I loved him.

I curled close and closed my eyes.

I woke up to the sun hitting my face. I groaned and pulled a hand up, covering my eyes. I then pulled my eyes open, and I returned to myself last night. I slowly pulled my hand back, looked to my left, and found Weslie still asleep.

I stared at his face, taking in his sleeping form. He looked peaceful, and his chest rose and fell softly. I couldn't help but stare, taking him in.

I leaned closer and inhaled his scent. He smells like pine and cedar.

I wanted to stay in bed and just take it in, but I also knew I needed to get up. I needed to shower and start the day.

I glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, taking in the time. It was just a little past seven.

I wiggled back, trying to break free from him. But as my legs slipped out and hit the floor, he yanked me back, pulling my back against his chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked in a sleepy voice. "Are you trying to sneak away?"

I smirked. "I was going to let you sleep. I didn't mean to sleep in. I figured I should shower, and then I could start breakfast for us."

"Or you could just stay in bed with me," he whispered, his lips pressed against my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I inhaled slowly.

"We could, but I thought you were still sleeping. I hope I didn't wake you."

I could feel his lips press against my neck, his lips trailing down. "I was already awake. If you know what I mean." Weslie pulled me back, and my ass rubbed against his cock, which was hard.

My eyes widened. "Oh...I...I didn't realize you were awake."

He chuckled against my skin as his hand trailed over my hip towards my stomach. "Shall we continue where we were last night?"

I slowly turned and looked at him. I nodded my head. "Very much so."

He pulled me tightly against his chest, my breast tightly pulled in. He pressed his forehead against mine as he tugged my leg up and over his leg. I felt myself spread open as he trailed another hand over my stomach, going down.

My breath hitched, and he stared at me. "I want to see every reaction that comes. I want to see what part of your body really turns you on."

He tugged at my belly button piercing and twirled it in between his fingers.

He threw the blankets off us and flipped us. He kneeled between my legs and brought his lips down to mine. They were soft as they brushed mine, his tongue sliding over mine softly.

It was gentle and different from when we slept together before. Before, it was quick, and we were both racing to have anorgasm. We both wanted each other so badly that we didn't even try to enjoy it deeply.

His lips trailed down my neck and across my breast. I watched as he pulled his hands up, cupping my breast. He softly tugged on my nipples, and I moaned softly.

I watched Weslie's eyes light up, and a smirk pulled at his lips. "So, you enjoy having things tugged."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "No, I don't."

He snorted. "You enjoy having your piercing tugged and your nipples. Should I give your hair a tug and see if you moan like that?"

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